To the outside, the dead leaves lay on the lawn For they don't have trees to hang upon.

How does one reiterate that they're upset at the world without pitying his or herself?

I think if I could choose any way to die it would be to fly into the sun...I know I'd be dead far before I reached it, but it would be worth it knowing that my body will be incinerated in the very place it required so much to live for so many years and yet so few....

No one really gets to choose.  Even if you do it yourself...someone or something drove you there.

I'm obsessed with it being over..I have for so long..

But there's these two bright lights...like the sun..that keep me clinging...they keep me breathing...they make all of this worth it.  And I'll love them..

Until the sun comes..